Nevio's POV
"So, where do we begin?" I asked, taking a seat in front of the men on their knees.
"Get me a table," I requested, and the men nodded, running around to bring the table over.
"So, I want to go about this the hard way, but I'll give you options; if you tell the truth, I'll let you off easy, but if you don't, well, do the hard way," I said and leaned in on the chair.
"Why did you steal from me?" I asked, grabbing a hammer from the toolbox.
"I—I didn't, I didn't want to... Ahhhh," His lies were cut short as I slammed the hammer on his pinky finger
He let out a guttural scream, his body jerking violently as he clutched his mangled finger, the bone already turning a grotesque shade of crimson red beneath the skin.
"That wasn’t the truth," I said calmly, almost coldly, twir
